Beauty can still be found in
this type of dire episode, the acknowledgement of one’s own mental, and the
choice. Some find the courage, to grab it by the horns, and some take the horns
in writhing pain. When those that want
nothing more to do with losing and sacrificing have had their fill, they seize
the horns, glare at the beast with determination, and find a conclusion that
weighs heavier to their favor. Then we have those that do not know what the
bottom looks like. They have not wallowed in the torment, or tasted the
bitterness that comes with every bite, or even smelled the misery that will make
them convulse as they are forced to bathe in it.
Both will learn from this
result, those that grab will refuse to ever position themselves that way again,
and those that were speared will suffer until they find the gumption to confront
their cowardice. The choice in this is the most significant, the flash when the
decision must be made, any decision, no decision, the right or wrong, but some action is required, immediately. What will we chose? These are
some incredible glimpses of life.
When we gaze down and see our
feet at this juncture, what choice will we make? Will we chose to be a matador, or to submit and take the
horns, or will we wait until the choice is made for us?
